pig iron

Then came whipping.

Mu Chuan likes the whip very much. As long as the strength is controlled properly, it will bring more pain than the stick, but it will not hurt the body like a stick.And the appearance of holding a whip is much better than other instruments of torture.

The naked Zi'an was lying on the ground, with bruises and dark purple on her bare back.

Mu Chuan turned around and took a nearly one-meter-long black whip made of rubber and the width of one finger. With a flick of his wrist, he made a beautiful whip in the air with a crisp sound.Mu Chuan is not a professional trainer, and he has no interest in being a professional trainer to give people lust and comfort through whipping.The whips used are not scattered whips or snake whips, but purely thin and medium-length soft whips, soft and full of toughness, with small contact surface and high pressure. It is not for giving you pleasure, but for watching you cry because of pain.The skills are mastered very well, the strength of pressing the wrist, lifting the wrist and retracting the wrist is perfect. When the whip is pulled up, the skin is broken and the flesh is broken, but there is blood under the whip mark, which is terribly painful.It doesn't matter even if it hurts terribly, the flesh under the skin is more sympathetic, so it won't be beaten to death, and it can recover after a few days of recuperation.Afterwards, her skin was still smooth and fair, and she did not look like she had been whipped at all.

"Speak out, call out, I want to hear."

There was a sharp wind sound as the whip rolled across the air, bringing a bright red whip mark on Zian's body.Zian's body trembled slightly, he bit his lower lip and tried not to cry out.This is the first whip, starting from the right shoulder and slashing down to the left side of the waist, like a long diagonal line.The second pass is drawn from the left shoulder and the first pass is staggered together to form a large cross, which is very symmetrical.The next whip whipped evenly to both sides with the big fork as the center, each stroke left a loud sound and clear red marks.Pain, pain, Zian's forehead pressed hard against the ground, and his body trembled slightly with the rise and fall of the whip.His face, which was originally fair and cold, was almost pale at this time, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Mu Chuan stopped the whip in his hand, squatted down, grabbed Zi'an's short black hair and forced him to lift his head, patted Zi'an's face with the whip handle with his right hand, and said in a low voice: "I want you to scream, Didn't you hear?" The dark eyes on the face drenched in cold sweat met Mu Chuan's eyes, and the lips biting hard at the moment were as bright as red agate.

Snow White, looking at the boy's face, this word popped into Mu Chuan's mind for no reason.The skin was white as snow, the eyes were black as ebony, and the lips were as red as blood.

"Cry out when it hurts, don't be brave. If you hold back and don't scream, it's not good for your health."

Zian is not trying to be brave, but he has not yet weighed whether he should call out or not.Without screaming, Mu Chuan was not happy smoking, so naturally he would not stop and let him go.But according to the past, if he yelled out, Mu Chuan would get more excited and hit harder.That man is always like this, he smiles warmly on the surface but is cruel and cruel in his heart, he is not easy to control when he is happy and angry.Mingming's tone was soft and lazy, but it still made people tremble.

Mu Chuan looked at Zian's face, with a smile on his lips, put his head down, and stood up.

A whip whizzed in the air and slammed on Zian's back, causing another slight tremor.Mu Chuan then continued to paint with a whip on Zian's back.There were about thirty whips, and Zian's back was criss-crossed with bright red whip marks neatly, neatly printed on his back like a fishing net, coquettish and restrained, giving people a weird sense of beauty.

Not a single drop of blood flowed out from the back, but the lower lip was bitten and dripping with blood.Sure enough, a tough guy can't pretend, the pros and cons have not been weighed well, this whip... there is no mercy for half a point.

Temporarily stopping the whip in his hand, looking down at the scar on his back, Mu Chuan was extremely satisfied with his craftsmanship.His lower abdomen felt hot, he squinted his eyes, and stuck out his tongue to lick his dry lips.However, Mu Chuan was extremely dissatisfied with the silence.I want to hear his clean and hoarse voice, I want to see the trembling teardrops on his long eyelashes, I want him to beg for mercy under my whip, I want to see his slender body Tossing and twisting under the whip...

Not enough, not enough.

Mu Chuan turned over Zian's waist with the upper of his shoe, and his scarred body shuddered violently when it touched the ground. He suddenly arched his waist upwards, flopped like a fish on the shore, and then fell powerlessly.

Panting heavily in pain, Zian's dark pupils looked up blankly.No, this time I can't bear it anymore, I must yell out loud, so that this punishment can be ended early.

The first whip slipped from the collarbone in the middle, slipped down the lower abdomen and swept the genitals of the lower body, Zi An's body trembled violently, and the first moan finally came out of his mouth, short, clear, slightly low, light like jade Lightly hitting the ice tray, the ending sound trembled slightly.

Mu Chuan's heart seemed to be gently plucked, his chest was slightly itchy, and he pushed forward and extended to his limbs and bones little by little.It's really... beautiful.

Mu Chuan has always restrained his desires, and he didn't let Zi'an's body twitch wildly.Still in an elegant and leisurely posture, whipping unhurriedly like a poem or a painting.Moaning, crying pain ringing in the ears, the expression of the young boy on the ground is so forbearance and pain, the welt marks are so messy and glamorous, attracting attention, the contrast between the white skin and the red marks is such a combination of chastity and coquettishness.Whether it is sight or hearing, it is a huge feast for Mu Chuan.Of course, it was unbearable pain for Zian.

The huge thing under his body was already raised high due to stimulation, and Mu Chuan stopped the whip in his hand.Instead of hugging the young man on the ground in a hurry to vent his desire, he walked to the side cabinet and took out the lubricating oil.

Zian's lower body is very tight, even after so many times, it is still so narrow.Not only is it narrow, Zian's body temperature is slightly lower than the normal body temperature of ordinary people, and even the corridor is slightly cold.It turned out that I had no patience, and just grabbed something and opened it up.Candles, whip handles, and long-necked wine bottles are sometimes heated and opened with a heating rod, completely ignoring how cold sweat is dripping from the people below and biting their lips.Once it was done so badly, even Zi An passed out despite his stamina and stamina.Moreover, after having sex, the high fever continued, unable to sit or lie down, and getting off the ground were all problems.

Having a sadistic desire is not necessarily a bloody sadist, let alone the object of his abuse is such a beautiful boy who makes people hesitate whether to break it or keep it.Mu Chuan's attitude towards Zi'an was seven parts cruel and three parts compassionate, so he changed his temper a little.There are all kinds of lubricants at home, hot, cold, water-soluble, and aphrodisiac.Every time I personally use my fingers to cultivate.In this way, the posterior acupoint is not only soft and easy to enter, but also warm under the action of the medicine.

Squeezing the liquid with one hand, first made a circle on Zi'an's back acupoint, and then penetrated it little by little.The speed gradually increased little by little, and the tunnel gradually became soft and moist, from one finger to two fingers and finally three.A sense of pleasure starts from below and extends upwards.

What is cheap, Zi'an thought, this is cheap.The severe pain in the upper body forced him to want to die, and a little pleasure in the lower body could make him happy.This body, sensuality and sensitivity made me feel tired.

In fact, it's not Zian's fault.A touch of warmth in the cold, a touch of sweetness in the bitterness, and a touch of tenderness after roughness will make people infinitely magnified and deeply addicted.If you haven't experienced pain, you don't know what beauty is.Conversely, if you taste too much pain, even if there is only a little bit of light, people will desperately grasp it, and then savor it carefully, and fall into it as if I am comforting.

The foreplay was fully done, Mu Chuan put his arms around Zian's slender waist, and stepped forward.With his bruised back firmly pressed to the ground, Zian let out a miserable cry from his throat, which was slightly hoarse at the end.

Mu Chuan bit his lips on Zian's slender neck, and his lower body twitched frequently and quickly, hitting hard once and for all.Zi'an's body was like a broken lotus leaf, shaking with Mu Chuan's feeble ups and downs.

Caressing Zi'an's slightly cool skin with both hands, and feeling Zi'an's warm and tight vagina with his lower body, Mu Chuan sighed comfortably.

"Call," Mu Chuan said in a low voice, "I want to hear you call out."

Call and call and call!Zian's heart was so depressed that he was about to go crazy!

It's justifiable for me to cry out because of pain, how ridiculous it is for me to scream out because of a man's sex!

The welt marks on the body were rubbed and squeezed hard, and the pain made people convulse and tremble.The lower body country is hit by waves of pleasure, so comfortable that it wants to make people speak.Try your best to be patient, can you give me three points, so that I don't feel so humble and inferior, and let me... have a little bit of dignity...

What is dignity?

It is used to trample.

The aphrodisiac smeared on the back had already played a role, and Mu Chuan's fingers maliciously stroked and kneaded his sensitive parts, and thrust and inserted at his most sensitive points to continuously stimulate himself.Zian's head seemed to go blank, and he couldn't restrain the intermittent voices from his mouth.Zi'an's voice is clean and clear, with slight ups and downs and a little hoarseness, faint crying and trembling moans, like the sinful desire in the kingdom of heaven, step by step, luring you to the depravity net carefully woven by Satan.

so beautiful...so beautiful...

This kind of voice is not sticky or greasy, like adding a little sugar to thin ice, and there is a faint sweetness in the coldness.Tease nerves, seduce desires.

The impact began to be violent, and Zi'an, who had been wandering in his mind, seemed to be pulled back suddenly, and whispered uncontrollably, and his body struggled in a panic: "Don't...don't get in! Please, please , don't cum inside!"

After a few violent impacts, Mu Chuan's body suddenly stopped, and white turbid liquid gushed out, scalding the entire intestinal tract.

Mu Chuan slowly withdrew from Zi'an's body, and Zi'an collapsed on the ground completely exhausted, and the scene of his lower body was indescribably lewd.The empty eyes have lost focus, and the despair and sadness around him are so thick and sticky, like a swamp, making people fall silent and unable to breathe.Still muttering in his mouth: "No... no... no... yes..."

Thinking is numb and mechanical, and thoughts come out chaotically.

Why continue to endure this filth and sin?

Why are you willing to be enslaved and not resist?

Why can the man in front of him control himself as he pleases?

Why don't you die yourself so far in life?

why why why why why why why...

Questions roared and exploded uncontrollably in my mind, and my sad and ridiculous heart was pierced with thousands of holes, dripping with blood, dripping down with pus in it.The body is still on the ground, but the mind has drifted far into the universe, as if the soul and the body have been separated.